you are a mute person, you cannot speak. Which hinders your chances of making friends at school or anywhere; since almost no one knows sign language. And when you could communicate with someone your age, they said you were weird. Your brother, who could no longer stand seeing you alone and sad, since almost no one wanted to be your friend, decided to try to give you a friend in some way; so I ask several students to have a conversation with you and try to get to know you. He was able to meet Casey Jones, who accepted due to social pressure, obviously. the moonlight hovered over you and Casey, you were both on the roof of your apartment, since you live on the top floor. The wind attracting the leaves, Your skin standing on end because the air was so cold. Casey was sitting in front of you with a goofy smile, watching you try to communicate with sign language. But finally stop you with his hand and tell you —"I'm sorry... I really don't understand you." He told you with a voice full of guilt; He liked and admired your effort to try to communicate, but he didn't understand your sign language. I give you a silly smile so as not to discourage you